In my 12’s, with skills in Dallas
What about you?
Yeah, masseuse
And send it right back to you (check out the deuce)
Been pull the trigger, I’m with
I’m with my Lou aunt, I’m at the zoo
With the wood in my ear, made the room disappear
I look up, what can I do?
You still rock with Bellinger boots
I saw the boujee but I’m out of
You got the goose but it’s[?]
I swear, my palms, they be itching
You rocking braids, Stanford

[?] in the kitchen
I miss the lean with apple juice
She off her bean, she want no juice
She don’t want water, she don’t want food
Still no chase
Mexican boots, I bought some fruit, elephant shoes
Look what I bought, regular suit
Grammy’s been smoking that Pepé Le Pew

At Mariano’s, I got the pooch, I got the loot
At Mariano’s, I got my pooch, I got the puppy, I got the pump
Thanks to the mailman, I got the thump
I hit a lick, then touch your tongue
I got the huns, break into ones
Take it to Chase, face in a blunt
Folk on the child, that was for lunch
I’m tryna thump, skip to my loot
Shakin’ my bed, shakin’ my suit
Twice, this ain’t a fool
Dreidel, she went to school
Now she do the loot
Back down the some of the slopes
My baby need a new coat

[?] when I walk through the door
Magic picture, man I charge it before
I need me some bread, I need me some bread
Sorry man, that’s all I can throw
I need me some prez, preferably dead
Remember the block is hot
My pioneer shave the blunt
Oh, a little bit off the top
Please comment and sell the shop
Already refusing my eggnog
Wrist closing them red drops
Who do you think you are?
You giving a TedTalk?

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